Feng Yi walked out of the bedroom, but saw that Xuan Qing had already opened the courtyard door.

The person who came was Gongsun Yi, still a white-robed Shengxue, and still sassy.

Seeing that Feng Yi was weak, full of energy, and radiant, he asked, "Has the cultivation recovered?"

Feng Yi nodded, "Thanks to the many medicinal materials that Miss Yi left last night, otherwise, it would be ten days and a half months, and it would be difficult to do this." ”

Gongsun Yi smiled and waved his hand, "It's just a small thing, you don't always need to keep it in mind." ”

After that, he walked in front of Feng Yi and handed over a commander waist card.

The waist card is as big as a palm, the color is blue, the front is engraved with the word "Gongsun", and the reverse side is printed with a light red "thousand" word.

There is a faint fluctuation of Yuan Li aura above the word 'thousand', which represents the number of family contribution points owned by the holder of the waist card.

Contribution points can be exchanged for various cultivation resources, but they can only be used within the family, just like the currency of the outside world.

The method of increasing or decreasing contribution points is also very simple, as long as the waist card is handed over to the person who refines this thing, and is interfered by his Yuan Force, the number on the reverse side will increase or decrease accordingly.

To some extent, this waist card can also be called a first-class mystery. It's just that it doesn't have the ability to attack, and it can't be used by the wielder's sacrifice.

There are two effects, one is to indicate the identity of the holder, and the other is to record the number of contribution points of the holder's family.

Feng Yi was recruited by Gongsun Yi, and this thousand contribution points were naturally given by Gongsun Yi.

Holding the waist card, Feng Yi hugged his fists and thanked him, and then asked: "Miss Yi came here so early in the morning, I'm afraid it's not just to give the waist card, right?"

Gongsun Yi didn't answer and asked: "My Gongsun family has red and silver guards, do you know?"

Feng Yi shook his head, he had been busy with alchemy cultivation last night, but he forgot to ask the details of the Xuanqing Gongsun family.

"One hundred and eight Red Guards, led by my eldest brother. There are seventy-two silver armor guards, who were once under the command of the second brother. But the second brother is now ......"

Gongsun Yi paused, squinted at the distant sky, and showed a touch of gloom in his eyes.

He sighed faintly, and then continued: "The position of the chief of the Silver Armor Guard is now me. ”

Feng Yi nodded, did not speak, but looked at Gongsun Yi squarely, waiting for her to finish.

"Seventy-two people are divided into four teams, each team has eighteen people, and the most advanced cultivation is also the sixth layer of quenching. I want you to lead a team, how?"

She seemed to be discussing, but her tone revealed a hint of the eldest lady's life, which could not be resisted.

It's not that she has the heart to do this, but when she returns home, she unconsciously reveals the arrogant temperament of the young lady.

Born rich, he should be superior everywhere. There is no need to pretend to tell others what the truth is that everyone is equal, if everyone is equal, why do others eat bran and swallow vegetables, and the day is precarious, but they can have no worries about food and clothing, and end up with a comfortable life?

Gongsun Yi thinks so, and does so on weekdays. The third lady of the Gongsun family should have the prestige, and the arrogance that should be there naturally cannot be left behind.

Even if it's fellowship with outsiders.

When intersecting with people, the first thing is whether they really want to be with each other, and whether the other party's temperament is arrogant or not is secondary.

Feng Yi didn't care about these things, but after listening to Gongsun Yi's words, he frowned slightly.

"There should be people in the four commanders' positions now, right?"

Gongsun Yi snorted "En" and said: "All of them are cultivators above the eighth level of quenching, by the way, Shen Luofeng is currently the commander of the fourth team." ”

Feng Yi's brows furrowed even deeper, "I just arrived, and instead of taking credit, I took advantage of the magpie's nest and took the position of leader, isn't it right?"

Gongsun Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled at Feng Yi, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to convince the public?"

She has a proud heart, and Feng Yizi also has her own arrogant liver sausage. Holding his head high, he looked directly at Gongsun Yi and said, "Why be afraid?"

He is indeed not afraid, not to mention the eight and nine layers of the quenching body, even in front of the powerful Wang Hongliang, Feng Yi has never had the slightest fear.

If you can't convince the public, then you will beat them all to convince them.

It was like this in the Dragon Yin Sect back then, and now that he has left the Dragon Yin Sect and joined the Gongsun family, it should be the same.

......

On the school field, the silver armor guards stood in line, and the morning sun was projected on the silver armor, which was refracted into Feng Yi's eyes.

The silver light is rotten, so it is not dazzling.

The autumn wind blew in his face, enveloping the passionate blood emitted by more than 70 people in the field, which aroused Feng Yi's blood boiling, and his pride was even better than before.

"I've seen Miss Yi. ”

More than 70 people knelt on one knee in unison to salute, the sound of silver armor rubbing, the sound of men roaring, and the resonance of the joint shock, shaking the sky and the morning sun seemed to tremble a few times.

Gongsun Yi no longer had the casual conversation and laughter before, his cold face and cold eyes, and after glancing around, he said in a deep voice: "Get up." ”

"Yes!"

All should be, stand upright.

After getting up, the eyes of all the silver armor guards did not linger on Gongsun Yi's body for long, but all converged on Feng Yi who was standing beside her.

"He is Miss Yi's newly recruited Feng Yi yesterday to lead the three teams?"

At the front of the silver armor guard's line, there were four people who were not wearing silver armor, one of them was holding a thick-backed ghost-headed knife, and the majestic man with a full beard turned his head and whispered.

"I don't have a lot of skin, the milk smell is not dry, and I don't look like I have any strength, how much ability can I have?"

On the right hand side of the big man stood three people, two men and one woman.

The woman was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, tall, neither beautiful nor ugly, with bronzed skin, big black eyes, but with short ear-length hair that was rare in the world. On his waist is a soft whip made of demon beast tendons, which glows with inky brilliance under the reflection of the morning sun.

Hearing what the big man said, she glanced at Feng Yi from top to bottom, her eyes flickered, and a shallow doubt slipped through.

But when she moved her gaze to Gongsun Yi again, her doubts dissipated like smoke, and were replaced by endless worship and fanatical admiration.

It seems that the girl standing in front of her is not a little girl who is only nineteen years old, but her goal in this life.

Next to the short-haired woman stood a young man about twenty years old, with a white face and thin lips and phoenix eyes.

At this moment, he was staring coldly at Feng Yi, who was standing a foot away in front of him, and there seemed to be an unwilling flame in his eyes, containing anger and a strong sense of provocation.

Hearing this, the white-faced young man said viciously: "You want to take away the position of commander from me, hmph!

His voice was not small, and all the silverarmoured guards in the field heard it.

The expressions of the crowd were different, some were indignant, some were scornful and contemptuous, and some were curious and ready to watch the excitement.

Feng Yi and Gongsun Yi naturally heard such unfriendly words, Gongsun Yi looked at the white-faced young man, and then moved his gaze to Feng Yi.

However, Feng Yi only glanced at everyone coldly, and did not look at her.

The white-faced man standing on the right hand side was none other than Shen Luofeng.

The down-and-out middle-aged man was still down-and-out, wearing a pale cyan scribe's robe, as if he was a middle-of-the-road businessman, rather than a martial artist with a nine-layer cultivation of quenching his body.

After seeing Feng Yi, the meaning of Luo Tuo on Shen Luofeng's face and body dissipated a little, nodded lightly, and smiled slightly.

Feng Yi also smiled.

The crowd whispered, and the uproar in the audience gradually increased.

"My name is Feng Yi. ”

Without waiting for Gongsun Yi's introduction, Feng Yi had already taken a step forward and said loudly: "Miss Yi has a life, and she wants me to lead the three teams." But is anyone unconvinced?"

Simple and direct, don't do the absurd thing of showing weakness first, and then fighting back and slapping your face.

Xuan Xiu Xuan Xiu, the main emphasis on a repair word. What Feng Yi wanted to do most at the moment was to quickly find a place where no one was, bury himself in penance, and strive to improve his cultivation to the Transformation Yuan Realm as soon as possible, and then go to find Shen Xuan.

If it weren't for Gongsun Yi's kindness, if it weren't for the lack of the necessary Qi replenishing pill for cultivation, Feng Yi wouldn't even want to join the Gongsun family and delay his cultivation time for foreign affairs.

That being the case, how could he do those useless tricks of real dragons pretending to be pigs and tigers, wasting time on cultivation?

In the previous three years, Feng Yi had led a team to fight abroad, competing with the Yulin Sect, Tianye Sect and others for cultivation resources.

From those large and small wars, Feng Yi deeply realized the despicability of human nature.

It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the hard. If you are weak, they will bully you again and again. Even if you have the strength to balance all the bullying, the time delayed during the period cannot be compensated.

On the other hand, if you are strong, others will be afraid.

Why are you afraid? It's not because you're not as strong as you, but because you know that looking for your troubles will cause you to fight back. Even if he can beat you, he will be stripped of a layer of skin by your desperate counterattack.

It's not cost-effective to sell and buy, they are all adults, they all know the pros and cons, and they all know the calculation of profits and losses.

No one would be so stupid as to be willing to go bankrupt to trouble someone just because he didn't like him.

The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits. No one wants to be a sandpiper mussel, most of them want to be a fisherman.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of being strong, you are afraid of not dying, and this is the truth.

The words landed, and the audience was full of uproar.

Feng Yi's words contain a very strong domineering and arrogant, for those who don't know him, this is a naked-naked, a provocation.

How can you bear it?

The original leader of the three teams, the white-faced young man was the most unbearable.

While everyone was still talking about each other, he had already jumped out of the crowd, pointed at Feng Yi with his halberd, and shouted: "What a madman, let me try how many pounds and taels you have, dare to pretend to be ugly in front of Miss Yi." ”

As he spoke, he rushed forward and fought with Feng Yi.

Provoke public anger, and then subdue the provocateur with violence and shock the hearts of the people.

This is the most direct way to convince the public, and it will leave a domineering, brutal and ruthless impression on those who are lucky and vainly trying to make waves in the future.

In the future, if they want to make waves again, they will have to weigh it.

Without these troubles, Feng Yi will be able to cultivate peacefully in his future life, with less trouble and more purity.

Otherwise, the legacy will be endless, and it will be disturbed.

Seeing that the white-faced young man was really angry, Feng Yi sneered in his heart, and secretly said that the effect of his words was really good.

On the surface, he still had an arrogant look of empty eyes, glanced at the white-faced young man, waved his hand and said: "A certain fist does not go to the unknown, report the name." ”

The white-faced young man was seized of the position of leader by Feng Yi for no reason, and he was already full of anger. Hearing the arrogant words before, he was even more angry.

Now seeing Feng Yi's expression like this, and listening to such words, he suddenly became angry and angry, and smoked in his seven orifices.

"Lao Tzu Xing does not change his name, he does not change his surname, and his name is Shen Gong. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Gong rushed forward with an arrow step and punched Feng Yi in the face.

This is a battle for the position of commander, not a life-and-death struggle, aimed at humiliating the enemy, not killing.

Therefore, Shen Gong's punch, although he used all his strength, did not directly attack Feng Yi's lower abdominal dantian, or other vital points in his body.

Attacking the face is the biggest way to humiliate the enemy.

Seeing a punch coming, Feng Yi discerned the violent fist wind coming towards him, and had already deduced that the cultivation of this Shen Palace should be above the eighth layer of the quenching body, although it was surpassed, it had not yet reached the realm of the ninth layer of the quenching body.

is such a young man, and he has such a cultivation, this Shen Gong can be regarded as a character.

However, in front of Feng Yi, who is proficient in the secret art of burning blood, as long as he has not entered the inner breath realm, he is a local chicken and a dog.

Feng Yi was thinking about how to fight back at this time.

The counterattack has two purposes, one is to show strong combat power, as well as a ruthless cruel temperament, otherwise, it is not enough to deter Xiaoxiao.

The second is that although this Shen Gong is a little quick-tempered and smaller-minded, it knows the general situation after all.

Otherwise, in this case, his punch would be a direct attack on the dantian to kill the enemy, rather than taking another face to humiliate people.

This person can be hurt, but he must not hurt his foundation and leave a trail.

The force needs to be precise.

In an instant, Feng Yi thought about this, and there was only this to think about.

The fist was more than a foot close to his face, and he had already seen Shen Gong's face turn from anger to joy, and then turned to ridicule.

The fist style was slightly weak, and Shen Gong thought that Feng Yi was unavoidable and would be humiliated, so he withdrew a little bit of strength and refused to hurt him too much.

"This man is also kind-hearted. ”

Feng Yi secretly thought in his heart, and when he thought of this, his essence and blood suddenly burned.

In an instant, the style of the fist, the way it came, and the ridicule, contempt, ridicule or worry of the silver guards in the audience were all in sight and ears.

Everything seemed to slow down, and the hot breath exhaled by Shen Gong was mixed with the fist wind, and it didn't smell very good.

Feng Yi held his breath and raised his feet.

The right foot comes first, and it is in the middle of the chest of the palace.